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Sasori starts off on the path south out of Kiev. "So if Tarik is not in Egypt do we go and stop Slayer or go after Tarik?"

Sasori stares at the foreboding creatures. "Um, ok." She wasn't sure is the cure wasn't worse than the disease.

Sasori takes off to Egypt to see if she can find out where Tarik went.

Tarik's ships, finally ready get ready to sail but one of the boats has technical difficulties so the other boats wait while the boat with the problems is fixed. The boats were loaded an made ready very quickly so not everything was up to par. Tarik is annoyed that there is a delay but since they did go back into the primitive times on Earth, he could not expect much.

Although Antera had the look and feel of medieval life, there were some modern technologies that were more advanced, mainly in warfare. However there was not much call for warfare on Antera except for border squishes, since he was the sole leader of Antera, the largest of the lands.

He plays with the compass stone he ripped out of the body of Kringling and the compass from the Loch Ness Monster. Putting together the two pieces so that they spun like a gyro. He waits . . .

Onyx smiled slightly. He tilted his head slightly. "Too bad Amys and her group isn't here," he muttered softly. They'd been the trio to help him learn so much about Tel'aran'rhoid. Not to mention several others I know, and they know well the dance, he thought. Amys and her friends called battle or combat the 'dance', but didn't tell him too much about it.

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"I do not think you're too intelligent, girlie, rushing off like this," Roarke said quietly, riding up on his silver maned black warhorse. "Rushing off without thinking can get you killed, no matter who or what the foe," he muttered irritably. He was generally easygoing, but there were some things he just didn't find amusing at all. How he'd found Sasori was mystery, and he wasn't going to reveal how he'd done it.

Onyx chuckled softly. He exhaled, feeling energy thrumming in his body. He melted into the shadows of the trees, vanishing from sight. He came up in what he sensed was a totally different city. "Rome, eh. This will be interesting, indeed," he growled softly. He noticed soldiers on the move. He concentrated as a man slowly materialized from mist nearby, his eyes dead and empty, yet somehow aware. The man moved off, moving quietly and steadily. He knew the human eyes would never see the Gray Man and it would go straighter than any arrow to its target: Slayer.

Roarke chuckled. "You do not have your powers? That is a problem, since our powers combined could work some intriguing surprises," he said softly, flexing one hand as a deep blue leather glove and deep silver wristband gleamed on his right wrist, the deep blue-green stone glowing slightly.

Roarke shrugged slightly. "It's a part of you now, so how can you lose yourself unless you willingly give it up? It is there, but likely dormant. You just have to find the key to unlock it again," he said wisely. He smiled slightly as he rode. "Power is a tool, like any other; it is how we choose to wield it that matters," he murmured.